The situation Wang Wen perceived through energy is correct.

The suppression of the oath had just disappeared, and the plague recurred as expected.

And it shows an unstoppable trend of wildfires.

The essence of suppression is to eliminate bacterial vitality as much as possible at the lowest cost.

This approach is much less expensive than the production of antibiotics or immunity directly in the human body, not to mention it is compared to forcibly killing germs.

The cost is small enough that the order of millions will be possible.

But this is just a behavior that treats symptoms but not root causes.

The "sleeping" bacteria just spread less fiercely and did not disappear.

Once suppression is over, the germs will wake up again.

Just as it is now.

As the prefectures approached the imperial city, the situation can be described as serious.

The young man panicked and looked at Wang Wen helplessly.

Wang Wen looked at the total progress displayed on the aircraft and then looked at the time it was already early Friday morning.

He nodded with his lips pursed.

Swear with an incomplete "entries".

Without opening [Heart of Heaven and Man], the energy in the body rumbled away, fulfilling the oath at a faster speed than [Heart of Heaven and Man].

After all, this is a direct supply of energy in the body.

Without a conversion step, the speed will naturally be faster.

He tried to destroy the key breeding points inside various plague bacteria with minimal energy.

Try to solve the spread of the plague from the root.

Seeing that the energy has been dropping from 8000% to 1000%, the rate of negative growth in the total progress of the aircraft has almost not improved.

This proves that the most important thing at present is no longer the contagiousness of the plague.

It is the lethality of existing diseases.

Wang Wen then vowed to use the smallest energy to destroy the key points of survival within the plague bacteria.

Try to play word game curves to eliminate germs.

As a result, the Scepter didn't joke with him at all.

Through energy perception, Wang Wen discovered that almost one percent of the energy could complete the attack on bacteria in a human body.

It is almost the same as the consumption of resurrection.

Burning 500% of the energy and only "treating" hundreds of people is insignificant. This efficiency is insignificant in the face of the millions.

He stopped his oath.

I felt that the energy that destroyed the reproduction of bacteria in the previous vow was dissipating in batches.

Energy will not dissipate out of thin air.

Unless Wang Wen takes the initiative to evade, or the target object he acts disappears or dies.

The target of energy is bacteria, and bacteria will not disappear or die out of thin air.

Unless the host that it is parasitic is dead.

Combined with the progress of the aircraft, Wang Wen can basically judge the number of deaths during this period based on the dissipation of these energy.

The progress of the level has risen from the previous negative 7,000 and returned to the negative 8,000.

This means that the death toll has reached tens of thousands in the short period of the recurrence of the plague.

Wang Wen frowned.

He shook his head silently at the expectant young man.

The young man's face turned pale in an instant.

The crowd around understood the meaning of the silent conversation between the two.

The atmosphere drops to freezing point.

Xue Chong, holding the gun, opened his mouth and couldn't speak.

He looked into the distance as if he could see the lives that were struggling and dying in pain under the plague.

I thought in my mind that the immortal believers who had promised to protect were now dying one by one, and I couldn't help but sigh.

Plagues are natural disasters rather than man-made disasters, and magic weapons cannot be dealt with.

He could only watch everything happening powerlessly.

People in this world are not so cold and numb, and have higher sorrow and sorrow for the death of their compatriots.

Thinking of the fragile and helpless life under the epidemic, I was helpless.

Most of the people present had red eyes.

A ball of plants flew quickly in the sky.

It fell steadily to Wang Wen and bloomed, and walked out of Zhu Xingguo and several others.

Seeing the hopeful gaze of the young man, Zhu Xingguo shook his head and said to Wang Wen with a serious expression: "Master, the medicine stone is not spiritual, the people in large numbers fall down like a door panel, and they can't control it anymore."

The young emperor's eyes dimmed again.

Cheng Quyi entered the tower for a short time, and there was still a woman's soft heart and sentimentality. Her eyes were red and she told her what she saw and heard.

She said.

In order to save more people, some doctors kept decocting medicine day and night to diagnose and treat them to death.

Some patients saw that the plague was spreading more and more, and they had no hope of treatment. They gathered many patients and moved out of the city to live in surrounding villages, blocking the entrances and exits without opening any other people's shouting and smashing the door. They would rather wait to die than let the plague spread from them to others.

An official from the prefecture dispersed all the crowds, and alone spent time and effort to move all the dead bodies in the city to a deep pit dug outside the city to burn them. When the fire was burning high, he turned around and looked at the city wall, and jumped in, and there was no time to save him.

She couldn't say anything, and she covered her mouth and burst into tears.

The young emperor turned his back with a pale face and turned around and left.

Wang Wen called him: "What are you doing?"

The young man buried his head and said in a muffled voice: "After the famine is over, the people are suffering for years. I want to do something for the people."

"Don't cause trouble? What can you do? Don't go back and get involved in it yourself!" Wang Wen frowned and told the truth.

The young man turned around and his eyes were red: "I went to urge the imperial doctors to make medicine and they would never stop. If I don't have enough clothes and food, I would use my robes to distribute all the ginseng and antler treasures in the palace to patients to extend their lives. If it really doesn't work, I will go to worship the temples and mountain gates all over the world to pray for the people. There is always something I can do!"

The more people around him listened, the more frightened they became.

At the end, he lay down and advised the emperor to take care of the dragon body and not to act irritably.

Wang Wen's heart has actually been touched by this world.

Now that he heard the impulsive words of the young man who was suffering from blood heat, he couldn't help but shout: "What have you been doing? I won't say anything else about the disaster for many years, but the victims at the door of your house were so hungry that they didn't see you so passionately! Why do you pretend to be dedicated to the people?"

The youth is silent.

The middle-aged martial saint next to him couldn't stand it.

He told Wang Wen softly what they had experienced.

Middle-aged people say that young people have always cared about the people.

Unfortunately, they hid in Xicheng to avoid suspicion.

There is a shortage of clothing and food.

Despite this, the young man who was still the prince at that time decided to divide his own food and porridge to save people after seeing the tragic situation of the people.

But the disaster was too severe and there were too many people who were suffering from the disaster, and the people around him who heard the news rushed over.

A family of food cannot feed hundreds of families.

Even if the personal guards had not defended themselves, they would have probably died under the looting of the rioters.

Since then, I never dared to give up food openly to save the people. I only dared to throw some food into the people's houses occasionally at night.

It is no exaggeration to say that during their stay in Xicheng, the people who died of hunger in the city had the least number of people in the surrounding prefectures.

However, the official "Prince" said that it is not a big deal.

It is obviously a bit naive to want to support the entire city with your own strength.

Gradually, there is not enough food to be stored.

The memorandum of asking for food from the palace was always returned on the grounds of famine.

They had no choice but to send people to secretly intercept the food from the southern country to pay tribute, but they could not supply the entire city's consumption.

This made the people slowly scatter.

But every time the court sent by the palace came, they would still find a way to distribute some of the victims.

Therefore, there are so many people stranded in the city.
Chapter completed!